These Nights In Vans, These Nights in Bars
Five.
As we were talking with the members of MCR, I noticed something-or someone- beyond Ray’s shoulder that was worth breaking away from the conversation for.
“HolyfuckitsJustinfuckingPierre.” I muttered under my breath.
“Sorry?” Jack said, looking at me.
“Justin-fucking-Pierre.” I said again, slower.
“Oh.” Jack said, grinning. “You wanna meet him? Justin!” He called, making Justin look over.
“Fuck,” I whispered, moving behind Jack a little as Justin began walking over.
“Psh,” Jack said, & I knew he was rolling his eyes.
“Hey,” Justin said, grinning at Jack. He was standing right in front of us now. Justin Pierre!
“Hey,” Jack said. “My silly friend is a huge fan of yours but is too shy to come say hi herself. This,” He stepped to the right, “is Taylor.”
“O’Shea, you’re fucking dead.” I muttered.
“You’ll thank me later.” He muttered, then turned to talk with Tahnee.
“Hi, Taylor.” Justin said, smiling at me. I crossed my arms, trying to hide that I was wearing a Motion City Soundtrack shirt for some reason. “I like your shirt.” He said, & I blushed.
“Thanks.” I said, smiling. His smile seemed to open me up, it was crazy.
“So, is this your only date?” He asked.
“No… We’re playing the whole tour.” I asked, tilting my head towards my the small group of people behind us, which included my band.
“Oh, your in a band?” He asked grinning.
“Uh, yeah. Colour Me Naïve?”
He nodded. “Oh yeah, I’ve heard of you. I should come watch you tomorrow!”
I could feel my jaw drop. “You don’t have to…”
He smiled. “Of course I will!”
I smiled. “Well, thanks.”
“No problem. I’ll bring the guys, too. Now, I’ve gotta go, we’re playing in half. Are you gonna come watch?”
I grinned. “Are you fucking kidding?! Of course! I wouldn’t miss it for the world!”
He smiled. “You should watch backstage. Then we can hang out after. Anyways, see you in a bit.” He said, then walked away.
I stared after him, amazed. Did Justin Pierre just offer to hang out with me? Did I just meet Justin fucking Pierre?
“HolyfuckitsJustinfuckingPierre.” I muttered under my breath.
“Sorry?” Jack said, looking at me.
“Justin-fucking-Pierre.” I said again, slower.
“Oh.” Jack said, grinning. “You wanna meet him? Justin!” He called, making Justin look over.
“Fuck,” I whispered, moving behind Jack a little as Justin began walking over.
“Psh,” Jack said, & I knew he was rolling his eyes.
“Hey,” Justin said, grinning at Jack. He was standing right in front of us now. Justin Pierre!
“Hey,” Jack said. “My silly friend is a huge fan of yours but is too shy to come say hi herself. This,” He stepped to the right, “is Taylor.”
“O’Shea, you’re fucking dead.” I muttered.
“You’ll thank me later.” He muttered, then turned to talk with Tahnee.
“Hi, Taylor.” Justin said, smiling at me. I crossed my arms, trying to hide that I was wearing a Motion City Soundtrack shirt for some reason. “I like your shirt.” He said, & I blushed.
“Thanks.” I said, smiling. His smile seemed to open me up, it was crazy.
“So, is this your only date?” He asked.
“No… We’re playing the whole tour.” I asked, tilting my head towards my the small group of people behind us, which included my band.
“Oh, your in a band?” He asked grinning.
“Uh, yeah. Colour Me Naïve?”
He nodded. “Oh yeah, I’ve heard of you. I should come watch you tomorrow!”
I could feel my jaw drop. “You don’t have to…”
He smiled. “Of course I will!”
I smiled. “Well, thanks.”
“No problem. I’ll bring the guys, too. Now, I’ve gotta go, we’re playing in half. Are you gonna come watch?”
I grinned. “Are you fucking kidding?! Of course! I wouldn’t miss it for the world!”
He smiled. “You should watch backstage. Then we can hang out after. Anyways, see you in a bit.” He said, then walked away.
I stared after him, amazed. Did Justin Pierre just offer to hang out with me? Did I just meet Justin fucking Pierre?